Random Thursday: Weird Spells, Viral Emotions, and Random Shoes of Evil

Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s been sent by friends or has otherwise stumbled upon this week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as sitting down and creating actual content.

Coincidentally, I came down with another virus this week.

I’m feeling kind of emotional about it.

Plus, I’m afraid to wear shoes, now, so . . . yeah.


Phtheaugh This

Potato Potahto

I’m still not ready to stop laughing at Dan Quayle.

But who is?


New Favorite Store!

There’s a place called The Literary Gift Company!

They sell things like this:

Grammar MugsI was considering paying the exorbitant shipping costs
for the figurative cuppa one,
but some mornings, that would be a literal lie.


More than a Feeling:

Like, all of them.

 This is one of only a few movies that Jane has said she’s willing to see in an actual theater.

Think I’ll check the opinion of her green eyelash girl, before I buy tickets.


At Least I Didn’t Have to Spell “Potato”


 We had a library In-Service last week,
and several of us had a Spelling Bee over lunch.

I finished in third place, which is pretty good,
considering the competition.

“Hypotenuse” is the word I died on, because I persist in thinking
that it ends like chartreuse.

Luckily, neither word comes up much in my present line of work,
but since I rightfully angled for a new position in the library,
I’d like to face the opposition square,
place those points,
and be equal to the sum of both tasks.

And also slide down an incline on my tummy.
Dunno why.


Evil shoes

Barefoot it is, then. . .


Speaking of Feelings . . .

So . . . it is weird that I want you to hate this post, now?

Or it that just the virus talking?


Random Thursday: Eternal Random of a Spotty Mind

Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s been sent by friends or has otherwise stumbled upon this week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as sitting down and creating actual content.

If you want coherent awesomeness, back up to yesterday’s post and read what people who are capable of coherent awesomeness have to say.

You want a look at the bits and pieces that shuffled themselves to the surface of my aching brain in time to be tossed into a post while I squinted balefully at the screen through one of my ever-delightful sinus headaches, read on.


She Trifectaed that Verbiage



For the Knitters who Cook

Or vice versa.

Please note that this doesn’t work quite so well
if your household includes a gerbil,
as the gerbil will hold prior claim to every, single cardboard tube
in the house during the course of its lifetime.

Just ask my kid.

(My husband sent me this—I think he may be warming up to my stash, if you know what I mean.)


It’s a Con!  It’s  Trap!  It’s a Time Suck!

Physicsgames.net is a great place to
lose a few hours
learn about the valuable, practical applications of physics in a fun way,
like popping little gluey guys  as they slide into a series of distillation beakers
(Yeah, I don’t know either—must be a physicist thing).

Or building Fantastic Contraptions.

In this game, you take wheels, rods, magnets, and other objects from the top of the screen . . .

Fantastic Contraption

to build a contraption in the blue workspace that will deliver the pink ball to the goal space . . .

Fantastic Contraption1

Like so:

Fantastic Contraption2

Sometimes you can even keep your contraption from falling over.

And I do mean you—I never managed it.
But it was a lot of fun trying!
Let me know which level has you cursing my name.
That’s how I like to keep score.
But then again . . .
At first, I was bouncing in my seat saying,
“YES!!! Tolkien, Prachett, Lewis, Doyle!”
 Infinite nonfiction
But then I thought, “Stephen King. Clive Barker . . .  Anne Coulter.”
And then I had to go lie down with the covers over my head,
clutching a copy of Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle’s Magic.
Any thoughts?
Similar Enough
A few people I know (Hi, John!  Hi, Katya!  Hi, liligriff!)
are currently tackling the Silmarillion,
which may be a book I’d want to live in
(see above)
but not necessarily read again
(unless insomnia becomes a problem).
But my friends are made of sterner stuff,
and to help them along their epic . . . Epic . . .
I’m offering them someone else’s cheat sheet.
You’re welcome!

Random Thursday: Geek Alphabets, Brazilian Brilliance, and Tasty Eyeballs

Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s been sent by friends or has otherwise stumbled upon this week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as sitting down and creating actual content.

I’ve been seeing pre-migraine sparklies since last night.

They’re very pretty . . .


O is for Otis Frampton is Outstanding

Artist Otis Frampton is doing a series he calls ABCDEFGeek.


It’s awesome.

And occasionally heartbreaking.


The Letter T moved me to tears.

It isn’t finished, yet, but Mr. Frampton has a lot of other great stuff in his gallery to look at while you’re waiting.


Rugby Burns, Brazilian Style

If American soccer tried this kind of campaign,
we might remember that David Beckham is an athlete
and not just Mr. Posh Spice.

Okay, probably not . . . but it would be worth a try.

(thanks, Watson!)


The Eye Has It

Four people sent me the video of Benedict Cumberbatch on Sesame Street,
and thank you, because I hadn’t seen it and I love Murray Monster and the Count and it’s fun

But since then, it’s been posted everywhere from Facebook to CNN,
so I figure the reason the rest of you haven’t sent it to me was because you assumed I’d seen it, too,
which I had,
Or because you don’t know how much I love Sherlock Holmes in any format
which means you’re new around here,
Or you haven’t bothered to see the BBC’s version of Sherlock,
which you absolutely should.*

So here’s something my good friend and fellow Sherlock fan firstmausi sent me:


If you don’t know why this image is one of my favorite things,
the third season of Sherlock is supposed to be out on DVD on February 11th.

Watch the second episode and get back to me.


Dumb Housework

I didn’t—I don’t, usually, to be honest—but now I’ve been given the perfect excuse not to.


(thanks, Vicki!)


Reality Never Bothered Me, Anyway

Poetic license strikes again!


*Or you have a life.  Then again, you’re reading the footnotes on a blog, so . . .

I Never Went to Electoral College

But this is apparently how it works (sorry for the ads, not that we aren’t used to them by now . . .):

And this is how it doesn’t (again, sorry for the ads):

Okay. So, you should still vote, right? Because if you don’t, your electoral college buddy might just make up his or her own mind.

But I’m thinking we should bring back the Pony Express or ditch this outdated idea.

Who’s with me?

Random Thursday: Hairy Balls and other Intellectual Stimulation

Catchy Title, no?

This Random Thursday is going to be a quickie, because the writing, she is like this right now:

epic win photos - Book Sculpture WIN

And I must take advantage.

Warning: Intellectual Time Suck Ahead
(and some ads—sorry)

I don’t subscribe to many YouTube Channels—actually, I just figured out how—but besides the Piano Guys and Tim Minchin* the only other channel I follow is the one owned by CGP Grey.

All you need to know—and all I know—is that CGP Grey’s tagline is “Complex Things Explained” and the videos this individual produces do indeed explain complex things, like what places make up the UK and why coffee is the most excellent addictive substance ever.

This is the first one I saw, but it wasn’t the last—I lost hours . . .

. . . but gained knowledge.

Not a bad trade.


Warning: Intellectual Time Suck, Serious Geek Edition:

I don’t follow the MinutePhysics channel ( “cool physics and other sweet science”)—just found it this morning by accident while trying to copy and paste the above video into WordPress before the caffeine kicked in—but I will.

Not just because I really do love physics,** or because they gave me a great title for this blog post, but because these guys have given me a scientific, mathematically-proven excuse for my hair.

You can’t put a price on that:



And This one’s Just a Bunch of Cool Words

But what words they are:

It’s also one of the best book trailers I’ve seen.


I have tomorrow off, and I’m going to spend it in a yet unselected location,*** where I will be writing until I have to pick up Janie from school.

We’ll see how it goes . . .

*For reasons that most of you probably already know. If you don’t, keyword them into the search window to your upper left to find out.

**Someone asked me this morning—as I was exclaiming over this video—how I can love physics and maintain my aversion to basic math. Well . . . physics, on my level, is made of amazing plug-and-play formulas and fantastic experiments created by brilliant minds that explain how the universe itself operates. The main thing basic math has shown me is how much money I don’t have in my bank account, and I have to do all the work. Which would you prefer?

***Which will have a hot and cold running caffeine supply, convenient bathrooms, and possibly WiFi, although I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.   But first, I have to get  Rocinante’s oil changed—where did the mileage go?  I haven’t been anywhere . . .